Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.